MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1492 It doesn't taste right!

   Chapter 1492 It's not delicious!

   In her heart, Zera didn't know how many times she scolded Turalyon.

   This is what you call the Ai Xing natives! ?

  Zera's arrogance comes from high technology.

  The higher races in the universe always have a fascination with the superiority of the "uncivilized", primitive races that have not yet been freed from the constraints of the planet and cannot travel in space.

   They may randomly capture low-level creatures for dissection, research, try to domesticate them, or modify them according to their own needs, and give them some [Blood and Weakness], [Mechanical Ascension] or something.

   For example, turning Turalyon into a Lightforge, in Zera's view, is likely to be a gift.

   That's right, I bestowed wisdom and power on a savage creature.

  Thank me, stupid human!

   Probably Zera had this kind of lofty mentality before.

   But now what?

   Aboriginal?

   What nonsense!

Is the kilometer giant ship suspended in mid-air next to    a balloon?

Even if Zera didn't recognize that the kilometer-long giant ship [Richelieu] hovering in front of her battleship was using a modified or beggar version of the [Warp Drive], this did not prevent her from estimating the weight of the battleship. Approximate power of the engine.

   With such an engine, a lighter weight aircraft will definitely break through the gravitational constraints of the planet.

   This means that the humans of Azeroth are not some uncivilized inferior race, but a top race with interstellar technology and powerful individual combat power.

   If there is only one of the two, it will still be beaten by the Burning Legion. Zera has seen too many partial races in this universe being wiped out by demons.

The    Alliance has both, so it's not her turn to underestimate others.

   Who underestimates who, not necessarily.

  Zera said loudly: "Okay! The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion came from a long way, and they are actually a little tired. If you are not in a hurry, then so be it."

  Rivendell nodded: "Please rest assured, we are temporarily in an overwhelming advantage over the Burning Legion. If Sargeras does not appear for a day, this situation will not change much."

   "What if... Sargeras is resurrected?"

  Rivendell smiled mysteriously: "The Goddess of Fate has already marked the price on each of her gifts. Obviously, the Alliance happens to be the one who can afford the price."

  Turalyon's heart skipped a beat. The Alliance has the confidence to defeat the Burning Legion, which is certainly a good thing. But he felt that he brought back the Holy Light Legion, which seemed a bit redundant!

  The spaceship of the Holy Light Legion, guided by the airship, came to a floating island belonging to the element of wind.

  It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, only after a look, you find that the entire floating island has been built according to the standards of a spaceport.

  The huge grid in the shape of a tic-tac-toe, each grid is filled with almost liquid wind element energy, and the spaceship descends like it is descending into a lake.

   Unlike lake water, there is no need to adjust the 'water level' in the grid, because the wind element will automatically adapt to the volume and weight of the spaceship, ensuring that its center position enters the alignment range of the gangway.

   After a large number of lightcast draenei disembarked, they found that in the lounge area of ​​the airport, all the chairs and tables were height-adjustable and could be adapted to the body shape at will.

   They were surprised to find that in addition to the guards, even the waiters were a mix of races, not only humans, elves, dwarves, but also their fellow Draenei.

   This inexplicable intimacy surprises the Lightcasters. Upon asking, he knew that the Alliance had given the wandering Draenei a piece of land, and now nearly 800,000 Draenei compatriots live in the Feralas area. After joining the alliance, the number of draenei newborns soared by 100,000, which is undoubtedly a symbol of a good life.

  Turalyon was a little nervous, and some of them chatted with Rivendell about the current status of the alliance. Rivendell also inquired about the Legion of Light without a trace.

   Both sides were somewhat frightened by the other.

   Of course, there is no doubt that one side is big and the other is small.

  Zera seldom interrupted the whole process, and no one could figure out what the Mother of Light was thinking.

   It was finally night, and after dinner, the news that the emperor was free to meet them finally came. Just sitting in the small boat of the Holy Light Legion to the main island of the Aeolus Throne where McDonald's is located, Zera turned his head sideways: "Huh?"

   Her gaze locked on an Alliance flying destroyer that flew away from the island from another direction.

   "What?" Turalyon asked.

   "A nasty breath."

Instead, Rivendell spoke uprightly: "Oh, that is probably the Void Elf representative of the Great Magister Umbric. Not long before you arrived, these elves who studied the power of the void also returned to Azer under the guidance of fate. Russ, plan to join the great cause of fighting against the Burning Legion. I have been emphasizing that the Alliance is a multi-ethnic and multi-national consortium. As long as you love peace and are willing to fight against the Burning Legion and other evil organizations, no matter what kind of strength you use, what your background is. important."

The    Alliance's policy of being inclusive and inclusive is much better than the extreme [Holy Light Supremacy] of the Holy Light Legion.

  Turalyon was silent, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at Zera.

  Zera did not speak.

   Along the way, the atmosphere is not good, at least not too bad.

  But, when he entered McDonald's temporary palace, Turalyon was stunned again.

It is not so much a palace as it is a cliff-like high platform. From the high-tech elevator that uses anti-gravity technology to lift visitors up to this open high platform, you can clearly see the wide space left by the high platform. .

   That was reserved for the two elemental lords, Sunderland and Neptulon.

  As the lords of elemental creatures, these two are huge in size. Rao Shi's high platform is seven stories high. These two are standing next to them, still only reaching their chests.

   Even if the two major elemental lords deliberately restrained the elemental fluctuations on their bodies, they could still see the overflowing wind and water elements from time to time rushing through the magical protection formation on the high platform like a stormy wave hitting the shore.

   Obviously, the magic circle of this strength is purely to prevent these free elements from blowing away the things on the high platform, not to prevent the assassination of the element lord.

  Zera noticed that there are two huge open spaces next to the high platform, and the residual elemental energy there represents that two elemental lords have been here before.

  Zera suddenly felt bitter in her heart, which meant that this little human did not bring the element lord to demonstrate to her at all. People are really nice...

"Welcome, Your Excellency Zera, Mother of Light! Welcome, my old friend Turalyon, I'm really happy to see you still in good health." When McDonald's said the first half of the sentence, it was purely formulaic Treatment, sitting on the throne motionless. When he greeted Turalyon, he stepped down from the throne and gave the gray-haired Turalyon a hug.

  Zera...It's a bit uncomfortable, I still have to speak on the table, and the opening is the standard human language.

   "Hello! Lord Stratholme, the leader of the alliance. Our Holy Light Legion came across the void to defeat the Burning Legion."

   (end of this chapter)